I write light, flirty & fun contemporary romantic comedies – that’s my excuse for giving my characters sugar highs and coffee overdoses (It’s only fair since they’re always nudging me awake in the middle of the night with plot suggestions). My current release, A Sterling Proposal, is book #5 in A Town Named Eden series but can be read as a stand alone.
Let’s Get To Know Sonia Parin
Q: What are the top five books that have influenced your career?
A: Five books? Basically, every book I read influences me. I’m a huge fan of Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Georgette Heyer and… Heavens… I have 2 eReaders because I can’t bring myself to remove/delete ebooks. I love every author who has the courage to put fingers to keyboard/pen to paper.
Q: What fictional character would you punch if the face if you thought you could get away with it without going to jail?
A: I’m not sure I’d want to punch anyone in the face, but there isn’t a single fictional hero I wouldn’t mind giving one of my lifted eyebrow, really? looks. Hang on, there’s one exception: The Earl of Rule. IMO, he’s beyond reproach… (Georgette Heyer’s The Convenient Marriage)
Q: Pick a super-power and tell us what you’d do with it.
A: I’d like to have the power of selective ‘Groundhog Day’ – to actually be able to choose to relive a day and get it right!
About A Sterling Proposal by Sonia Parin
New Yorker Zoe Wilde is determined to bond with her half sisters and finally have the family she’s missed out on. But first she has some loose ends to tie up. The family she’s inherited has been passing the buck for generations, now it’s up to her to dispose of the Wilde building; a remnant from the past. While she’s at it, she also has to restore a shredded reputation, win the hearts of the townsfolk of Eden and convince Luke Sterling to buy her out.
When she takes a miniature poodle and an alpaca to a cattle dog trial, local cattle baron Luke Sterling knows life will never be the same. However, he doesn’t think she’ll last longer than a week living in the small country town, especially if the thunderclouds that have been threatening roll in. Her roof leaks.
A coffee overdose, some goats and a hankering for a baseball game prove Luke right, Zoe doesn’t belong in Eden. But springing to her rescue at a fundraiser, his feelings are exposed prompting him to break the stalemate between their families and prove Zoe’s found a place in his heart.
“Oh, come on. There must be some sort of special dispensation for long lost sisters. You know, like a get out of jail free card. A temporary waiver. A reprieve. Something. Anything.”
“You’re lucky there’s not a cooling off period deal, otherwise, we might give serious thought to sending you back.”
“That’s harsh, Lyric.” Although, she couldn’t help agreeing with her. Who knew what they’d find inside? “I’ll go in first, get the lay of the land, make sure the place is safe.” And dirt free. And… oh, good heavens. She hoped she didn’t encounter any spiders… or snakes.
Light spilled out from the open doorway. The steps up to the veranda creaked. It didn’t surprise her since the house had to be well over a hundred years old if not older.
“Hello.” If echoes could be used as a measure of space, then this house was large. At least they had some sort of roof over their heads. Right on cue, a clap of thunder lit up the horizon. “Please, don’t let that be a sign.”
When she heard footsteps, she turned and gave her sisters an all clear thumbs up, but they didn’t budge from the back seat of the car. “Where’s the trust? Not to mention the sisterly support.”
She turned back to face a pair of eyes raking her from head to foot. Clearing her throat, Zoe did a bit of raking herself.
Lyric, Honor, you have no idea what you’re missing.
The guy had to be six foot tall, at least. And built. Not in a bulky way, but rather in a lean, broad shouldered, he knew every woman who saw him wanted to run her fingers along his chest way. She’d bet anything he had an easy swagger, the sort that triggered hearts into a light, skipping beat. An easy swagger like… Luke’s—
“Which Wilde are you?”
The one who drew the short straw. Although it had been her idea to go forth and survey the lay of the land.
“Zoe. And my sisters are in the car,” she thought to include just in case he turned out to be the proverbial axe murderer. “You must be—”
“Trent Peters. Your caretaker.”
Zoe bit the urge to ask what his caretaking duties had involved. Judging by the way the place looked, with paint peeling off the ceiling and so much more that would no doubt be revealed in the light of day, he hadn’t been doing much, she guessed. “Is it safe?”
“Safe enough. I’ll walk on ahead, if you like.” He stepped back and gestured for her to enter.
This is one small step for me. One giant leap for the Wildes. And a middle finger salute to Luke Sterling and the Grange boys. She only hoped her sisters would appreciate her courageous efforts. And if worse came to worst, remembered to carve something significant on her tombstone.
“The bedrooms are upstairs, but you might want to settle in for the night downstairs. The front room has a working fireplace.”
At least they had electricity. “Hot water?” She’d been dangling the hot bath carrot all day long and now… well, she was a strong proponent of the reward system and if she didn’t get a bath tonight, she doubted she’d fall for the same lure tomorrow.
“There’s an indoor bathroom but the furnace is on the blink, so there’s no hot water. This house hasn’t been lived in since the days when there were servants to fetch and carry.”
“Please tell me there’s at least running water.” The thought of having to get it from a well or a pump…
“There sure is.”
Relief seeped through her.
“The kitchen is in the back. I’ve stocked the fridge with a few staples.”
Zoe followed him into the kitchen and made a beeline for the refrigerator. Not bad, she thought. Eggs. Bread. Milk. Enough for breakfast. And… Hello. “Beer.” That would do her.
She reached for a longneck, twisted off the top, and drank.
“Looks like you needed that.”
“You’ve no idea.” Zoe pulled out a kitchen chair and sank into it. For a moment, her mind cleared. She could do this. After a good night’s sleep, she’d wake up refreshed. She took another swig of her beer and feeling better, she ditched the hot bath idea and focused on laying her head on a soft pillow and burrowing under a lovely feather comforter…
“I also got you some sleeping bags.”
My favorite quote from A Sterling Proposal is:
“I’ve seen that movie and I know how it pans out,” she said under her breath, her imagination tossing her images of otherwise good people wielding their pitchforks.